”“I also want to apologize, bursting in like this at this hour, but my purpose is urgent, maybe a matter of life and death, and I don’t intend t... take up much of your time.”Clara showed them her photo ID tag to formally identify herself and removed an envelope containing photographs of Rebeca, placing them on the table. “Do you recognize this young woman?”“Sim,” Maria responded affirmatively. “That’s Rebeca. She ate lunch here with us every day during the months of January and February, and. Anyone of us could just up and walk out at any time. But then wherewould we be? Homeless, living on the streets selling ourselves to getmoney to eat.We'd be worse off than here, and I could see it in the eyes of the oneswho'd thought it was cruel of their Mistress' to send them here. theyfinally understood just how much they were loved and cherished. Andthere were so many more reasons than the simple obvious ones for thepleasure classes.That night in bed I lay long after the lights had been. She looked as if she hadn't expected me to find her a black man. A 'Bull' and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into.Sandra looked stunning that night. Looking back I expect she dressed that way to please me, though in the future I was confident it was her duty now only to impress Jamal. I remember it well as we held hands across the table. By the end of the evening she had agreed as long as we kept it secret and discreet. By now there was. The upper my hands went the more she squatted. Finally, I reached her crotch. She moaned and said quickly:- Can you speed up! I’m tired of standing this way. I’d love to sit on a bench or something.I knew what I had to do, so I started massaging her slowly. As the lady was squatting I had all access to her pussy. I stuck my finger in it. It was wet and sticky there. She started swaying her hips impaling herself on my finger. Then she turned at me and said:- Young man, why don’t you put on a.